Morning

My eyes opened as the morning sun tapped me on my face. Upon fully awakening I realized that I was alone, left to wallow in the despair of found loneliness. Ah, but turning, upon the pillow next to me was one single hair, an eyelash, long, beautiful. I thought I dreamed but there it was, ah, but if only? Stepping from my bed I noticed on the floor one silk stocking that reminded me of a time when each day was new and awashed with sunlight as today. Stretching, I can almost smell the scent of my obsession wafting through the hallway of the house. Walking, I could hear humming magically thriving on the sullen breeze from an open window. Turning into the kitchen, there you were, naked accept for the apron donned to protect as you cooked the morning fair. You turned to me, Smiling and said, “Good morning, love” and my sunshine gave into day.